By the time that you read this, I will either be at or have been to the Rammstein concert in Anaheim California. My younger son and I drove the 400 miles south to see them. It is what he wanted for his 16th birthday and I was more than happy to oblige him. He has a 3.5 or higher grade point average while participating in sports all year-long… he deserves a break and a reward.
So I am grateful that my son works hard to keep his grades up; I am grateful that my wife is willing to let us road trip without her, (Rammstein is not her favorite…????) and I am grateful that I am able to do this for and with my son. Life is never too long….ENJOY IT!!!!
It is not what I think I am in this moment that makes me what I am… it is what we think we are that makes me what I am…
is the world flat? was it before it wasn’t?
i am not the slave; i am not the owner—i am the slave; i am the slave owner
i am all that we are; we are one in ways that just tingle on the edges of consciousness… but the funny thing is we are all conscious of it all… which makes our actions somewhat crazy because at any given moment we could choose…
Paradise
at any given moment it could be as real is the given moment is right now…
should we pursue our highest aspirations and dreams? are they attainable?
You who is angry right now; hurt right now; hopeless right now…
Today I worked from home, again. It was a beautiful day! The sun is shining, flowers are in bloom, the grass is green and the pool is blue; the vineyard is green and growing. It is almost like summertime! Almost! There is still a nice gentle cool breeze blowing, reminding us that it is still Spring. So today I am grateful that it is almost Summer; but more importantly, for the workers on the roof, today I am grateful for that cool gentle breeze that is blowing. I know that I would not want to be on that unprotected roof without it.
There are three minutes left of this funky groove…
And in three minutes, I am going to write this post and thereby avoid buying my brother five dollaz worth of the caffeinated bean—’cause that’s one of our accountabilities with each other. A post a week or pay up.
And is there a jam goin’ on in here tonight?
You damn becha there is!
There is so much here to be grateful for that I’m over-flowin’…
And then the jam ends; and it gets quiet.
And there’s no one awake but me…
And I’m grateful for all you arists—and everyone of you is… Your life a canvas upon which you brush; highlights, strokes of pain. You each creating a masterpiece. Sometimes scrapped before completion… to come back at a later time and start on a fresh canvas.
Master pieces – each and everyone.
Be brave; stay true
The fires of hell can’t burn you…
(cause they’re in your mind)
So let me continue where my brother Greg, left off. This past Monday, April 30th, my grandmother would have turned 99; if she had not passed away a month earlier. My grandmother was a woman of strong Catholic faith who accepted people for who they were. In this I believe that she accepted the teachings of Jesus Christ into her life, truly. To celebrate her birthday, I attended a Catholic Mass Monday morning, before I went to work. The gospel spoke of how Jesus believed that the true Shepard of a flock, would stay and protect the sheep even if a wolf appeared. The sheep would know that they were safe, with the Shepard who owned the sheep; because he had a vested interest in their well-being. Jesus said that he was the Shepard for the people of the world; that he was going to die so that we may all live.
I don’t consider myself to be a good Catholic, at all or even a very religious man, but I agree that we should be looking out for one another, rather than trying to compete with each other. I believe that my good friends and family, know that in their times of need or trouble, they can always call on me; for my opinion, wealth or just needing someone to listen to them. If they need physical strength, I tell them that my sons will be there shortly. Every human being is just that; nothing more, nothing less. It doesn’t matter what race, color, sex or religion we believe in; we are all just human. Let’s help each other get through life.
By the way, Monday afternoon I received a phone call from a gentleman I have never met or spoken to before Monday; in fact I have not even dealt with his company in any way. He received my name and number from a mutual business associate he told him that I may be able to help him out. He may just end up being my largest account….currently. For that, I am grateful!
Today I overheard that a friend was at the brink, teetering at the edge—the precipice below calling out like sirens on storm tossed seas… calling lost souls to the tumultuous rocks with songs of peace from the abyss. I was grateful to see a handful of other friends actively calling him back from the edge, and family were on their way to help. Who knows the outcome?
I myself have experienced a tumultuous week. Well, it has been a tumultuous life. However, life is only what I am choosing to concentrate on… for whatever reason, I often choose to concentrate on the bare darkness before me—within me—the yawning infinite gap that plunges headlong into hopeless darkness and endless heartbreak… so deep that “Forever Love” couldn’t touch the edges where it could begin to fill.
And where does this heartbreak begin? Hmmmm…
Perhaps it is childhood, when trusting innocence looks to the grown-up world for love, comfort, support… compassion. And instead comes up against rules and righteous anger… a belief that miracles are fairy tales and fairy tales are make believe and make believe isn’t real… and what isn’t real really isn’t worth bothering about in the adult world; the world of grown-ups and people who know better then the children of the world.
And perhaps the ones who really know the truth are the ones who are continually silenced. And maybe all this energy for laws and politics and big business is a big waste of time…
A friend of mine told me this week that when we can really be with our own pain, then we are ready to be peacefully with others and their pain. A friend of mine was in place where his pain was unbearably difficult to hold today. I myself turned away. I have found it often difficult for me to consider him a friend and think of him as a friend. I think it might be possible that his pain resonates too strongly for me—I find it difficult to hold my own brokenness when so close to him. I’m not ready yet…
So I guess I am grateful for all of us. For it seems that where one falters, there are others there to step up…
Lean on me. We all need someone we can bleed on… and if you want to…
tonight? today… I am grateful that some dreams do not come true…
For I had a dream tonight that I was back in the house I grew up in on W. Montecito. There was a lion loose in the yard and I am in the house with Liz and a baby. It is dusk, getting to be dark quickly. I am attempting to get us safe — up high on something while also attempting to call for help… all of which is going too slowly for my liking.
I think there are siblings outside, also in danger — but this part is a bit hazy.
Yes, as Garth said long ago, some dreams and prayers are best left unanswered.
So how does one know which dreams are wise and worth the trouble to pursue? A question I currently don’t know the answer to — I am open to ideas.
Today i am grateful for authenticity. I am finding it often takes an element of bravery to speak and act authentically — we might find the subject matter painful, disturbing… or leaving us vulnerable. However, I find that authentic action and communication is just a better experience — a better way of living; healthier for everyone… everything.
So, to everyone doing their best to live authentically — I thank you. Your efforts are appreciated. Let’s hang out sometime…
Tonight; this morning? Before I head off to bed… a full day of work behind me… I am grateful for Hope.
I believe it is ever present; without prejudice or judgement—it is ever present in the worst of times and lightest of times.
It is laughter in the midst of painful subjects and heartbreaking good-byes. It is knowing that while the plane is aflame and heading quickly back to the solid ground from which it took wing there is a chance that it will pull up and out…
If we remain willing to be vulnerable, honest and open in the midst of the burning flames… then we remain with Hope—in all situations.
And I do believe there is much to hope for in our current day— with Hope, all things are possible.
Today I am grateful for the courage of putting one foot forward and starting the momentum of the Law of Attraction. From all that I have read regarding the Law of Attraction, positive attracts positive and negative attracts negative. I like to focus on the positive. I have decided this year to increase business for a very good friend of mine and the company that he and another friend own. I hope to be able to profit off of this increased business that I find for them. So as I made this decision and started to take action towards it… business opportunities have presented themselves to me; now it is just a matter of me closing these deals. I have and will continue to…
So I am grateful for positive energy and the Law of Attraction.
